There was a name on the breeze, barley a whisper in her sleeping ears, not one liable to

wake the sleeping woman. The large flannel blanket was spread beneath a willow tree and had

two pillows and two large, overlapping blankets covering it but only person slept. There was

thick mist in the morning air and it obscured everything within a two foot distance. Dew coated

the grass and it shined in the dim light that was brought on by the dawn. The leaves of the tree

above her rustled and chirruped as if to tell her the grave secret the morning held. The name

echoed a little louder, this time it was able to rouse the girl from her sleep. She inhaled deeply

and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, running her fingers through her knotted hair next.

She looked around, her long dark hair fluttered in the light breeze.

“Carly,” the voice, obviously pained, whispered again.

She jumped up, stumbling as she was still half full of sleep. She looked around, taking

small steps forward into the dew coated grass. The sun was just started to peak over the tips of

the towering pines and oaks in the distance. The pond was just a vast glittering stain in the ever

pressing fog. As she moved forward she saw a large dark shape with large lumps and, as it

looked in the fog, extra appendages.

“Tyson?” she choked out, stumbling numbly forward, unaware of what she was moving

towards.
As the sun rose higher in the sky the mist thinned and the strange shape by the pond

grew more defined. Carly could see that two men made up the monster she imagined in her

minds eyes. A man with sleek black hair and beady eyes grinned horribly as he saw the girl

approached. His arm left arm disappeared under a second man’s torso. The second man was

bent over, red hair hanging in his face, obscuring his expression. Unexpectedly, the sun broke

out over the treetops completely and the mist cleared.

Carly froze when she saw something glitter for just a moment and then turn dark. The

man lifted a bloodstained knife up to examine. The red haired man fell to the ground, coughing

into the damp grass. The dark haired man wiped the blood away on a silver handkerchief he

had pulled out of his pocket. When the object was clean he winked at the frozen Carly.

“I bid you ado until next time,” he courteously as he turned and glided to the fringe of

trees nearby. In a moment he was gone, already miles away if one were to guess.

Time seemed to slow down and each of Tyson’s shudders was exaggerated greatly,

almost too painfully for her to bear witness to. Half a second later, Carly was able to pull herself

from the frozen trance she had assumed. She dragged herself to Tyson’s side and dropped to

her knee’s, ignoring the wave of ice that washed over her as she did so. All too soon, time sped

up and she found herself cradling the man in her arms, trying to push the blood back into his

body with a single free hand.

Tears were unleashed in an unforgiving flood, flowing over her cheeks and dripping

relentlessly onto the dying man in her arms. The sun cast a harsh glare on the jade green pond

and it cast dancing white lines across the pair. Green eyes opened weakly, searching, searching

for sapphire and ice that could only be found in the one who held him. A warmer breeze

fluttered through the area but it did not warm either of them.

Tyson coughed violently and his body shuddered just as roughly seconds after. His skin

grew cooler by minute but Carly was beyond noticing this. She knew it was the end, that

nothing was going to change to what was to come now. She stroked his bright red hair and

smiled weakly at him as he did the same, only broken by the sickening coughs.


The sun had climbed only slightly higher in the sky when something changed. Tyson

coughed as he had been but he opened his mouth after, moaning softly at first until it grew

significantly louder. Carly panicked, she didn’t know what was happening until he spoke in a

broken, dying voice.

“You’ll see it in Romania,” he groaned before shuddering.

Carly waited for him to say more, hoping this meant that he was going to be okay. As

the moments passed his body grew limp and his skin turned to ice. There was no life in the

endless pools of green that were clouded now.